User blog comment:Bluestripe the Wild/Beginnings/@comment-25220117-20130618190806/@comment-25220117-20130619190814

The stoat licks his lips nervously "Right, Sire, so...The patrol you sent out captured a pris'ner, an'...An'" He gives Verdauga an utterly miserable look "They were attacked by a squirrel wid a stick and were all layed out unconsious...An' apparently they lost the pris'ner in the deal..." He squeezes his eyes shut, expecting his horrible sentence, having well known the mood swings of Ungatt Trunn, his old Lordship back in the Northlands